When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.

But the little things are what make up life